[benh]

I know there has been a thread of this ilk before, but I thought it so much fun, why not start another?!

Post here the quotes or sentences or indeed, paragraphs of your own work that you take great pride in. Everybody, I assume, has these. Where you sit back and reread what you've written with a great big smile on your face and a light feeling in your heart. "That's real good." You think. And tell us the stories about the how they came about, where they are in the story, what they mean to you and why it makes you proud!

Mmmm.

I'll start.

This quote is taken from the novel I am currently writing (or attempting to write! hah) I was particularly proud of this sentence because it is... very lyrical, at least to me. And that is something that I never am. It was a small scene with the young man sitting out on his porch, thinking over the goings on. He has been in contact with a man sentenced to hang this day and he is thinking over it. Does he deserve it? Should I be sad, etc. And this is how the scene finishes.

He looked at the sky and saw that it remained still dense with clouds and in his mind he imagined again the hanging of his friend.

Hah. I understand if this sentence isn't something everybody else likes (I think it may read as a little awkward but that is precisely why I like it) but I am very happy with it. It sort of bounces. I think the weight of each word is real nice.

Anyway, I look forward to reading all of yours!

[Aether Monkey]

Anders dragged the receiver over to Smash-head's cage--as the young shop hand had taken to calling it: The honorable and noble second Lieutenant Sir Smash-Head. The subject, as Miggleshanks referred to him, had some number assigned to him like 11026 or 11357, but Anders could never remember it. The fact that the subject had lost half his face to canon-shot, on the other hand, was plainly evident. Anders commended himself; Sir Smash-Head worked much better as a name.

(I don't know if it has squat for merit, but I remembered the enjoyment of writing it...and all of the character Anders' parts...in an otherwise dark novel)

[Hereford Eye]

Some statements, the instant uttered, are bound for the history books, You can feel future generations of historians holding their collective breath hoping like hell no one else notices so that they will be the first to immortalize the words, the speaker, the moment.

[Sparrow]

Mercy placed both hands beside her temples, palms flat in front of ears and pressed inward. Even her fingers could sense the tremors in there, right between the hands~ terror. A brief flicker of eyelids and Mercy Delapawn pulled herself back together. She released the throttle, pushed the accelerator to the floor board and sped down the motorway, loaded revolver at her side.

[DailyRich]

From an ill-fated NaNoWriMo attempt:

So strict, in fact, that even this third-person limited omniscient narrator is prevented from saying the name, and saying that the car was heading west on a major interstate in the center part of the state of Florida may be putting the remainder of this narrative in considerable jeopardy. Readers are strongly encouraged not to connect the dots as well, for reasons that shall soon become clear.

[Holbrook]

His stance changed. Back bent. Crouching, scuttling, as he made his way. His eyes dark, the pupils widened to soak up every drop of light from the hand. A cold rush of excitement filled him, his apple-round face was split be a grin, the scars round his eye, glowing. Faintly he could hear the voices of those he had killed, and robbed. They clung, rags, rotting away in the darkness that the hand allowed him to tap. Soon there would be one more voice in his choir.

[kmtolan]

"Only dead leaves answer an empty wind."

"Waiting Weapon - pub 2009"

Kerry

[Sterling13]

The last line of some odd chapter of some odd story that I have no intention of ever finishing:

Nor did he consider that in some way, in some odd twisting of cause and effect, Tom had, in essence, been killed by blueberry pancakes.

[tmso]

I don't have anything to add of my own, but I really like what you all put up. Very good. Makes me want to read the rest of whatever your snippets came from. :)

[Tristis]

From Betrayed By God (unpublished)

Awareness is a tricky thing. Especially when newly emerging. Most especially when there is more than one. He thinks he knows who he is. He might know it twice, and maybe a third time. It is entirely possible the last is merely the narrator of this situation: a voice of lists and facts, measurements and correspondences. It is not helpful right now to know the width of the alley he lies in, or by what amount it is raining.